Plug
(Plug)
I got cameras on the front
I got cameras on the back (let's go)
I got cameras on the truck
I can see you, where ya at (skrrt)
I'm the quarterback
I make it land anywhere
I just put 'em in the air (memoir)
Better touch down there (touch down)
Trap house fully loaded
50 pounds right here
Steady bussin' down bricks
'Cause you know I don't drink beer (I don't drink beer, man)
'Cause when my plug got me cappin'
And this bitch 35 bills
I don't work no nine to five
I'ma 35 steel (plug)
Nigga, I don't care if you still trappin'
I need 35 mill' (I need 35 mill')
In the club goin' may-may, over thirty-thousand bills
You lil' niggas dealin' money, plug, bitch you havin' fun
In the club diamonds dancin' and they fucking bitches eyes
In the club, my diamonds dancin' and they fucking niggas wild
I married to the streets, baby, and I ain't got nothin' to disguise
She told me her thing
She a freak at night, she a spy (what?)
Russian stuff anon and blew a grand on Louis luggage (Louis)
Gotta catch this flight tonight, $20K, girl, it's nothin'
Drop-top M6 Beamer, pull up, diamonds flooded (skrrt, skrrt, right)
Bitches all in my ear
Niggas mullin'
I pull up, hop out, countin' money (countin' Benjis)
Smokin' finer leaf, ay, drinkin' dirty Fanta (dirty Fanta)
I'm from Chiraq (Chiraq-ass nigga) and yet I pull up in Lambos (Lambos)
I got full lit ammo (ammo)
My niggas go rambo (rambo)
Ballout got the motherfuckin' (plug)
I got cameras on the front
I got cameras on the back (let's go)
I got cameras on the truck
I can see you, where ya at (skrrt)
I'm the quarterback
I make it land anywhere
I just put 'em in the air (memoir)
Better touch down there (touch down)
Trap house fully loaded
50 pounds right here
Steady bussin' down bricks
'Cause you know I don't drink beer (I don't drink beer, man)
'Cause when my plug got me cappin'
And this bitch 35 bills
I don't work no nine to five
I'ma 35 steel (plug)
Nigga, I don't care if you still trappin'
I need 35 mill' (I need 35 mill')
In the club goin' may-may, over thirty-thousand bills
You lil' niggas dealin' money, plug, bitch you havin' fun
In the club diamonds dancin' and they fucking bitches eyes
In the club, my diamonds dancin' and they fucking niggas wild
I married to the streets, baby, and I ain't got nothin' to disguise
She told me her thing
She a freak at night, she a spy (what?)
Russian stuff anon and blew a grand on Louis luggage (Louis)
Gotta catch this flight tonight, $20K, girl, it's nothin'
Drop-top M6 Beamer, pull up, diamonds flooded (skrrt, skrrt, right)
Bitches all in my ear
Niggas mullin'
I pull up, hop out, countin' money (countin' Benjis)
Smokin' finer leaf, ay, drinkin' dirty Fanta (dirty Fanta)
I'm from Chiraq (Chiraq-ass nigga) and yet I pull up in Lambos (Lambos)
I got full lit ammo (ammo)
My niggas go rambo (rambo)
Ballout got the motherfuckin' (plug)
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Hendricks, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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